Posted May 2, 201312 yr I wrote this today about the woman I love more than anything else. Unfortunately she doesn't feel the same way as I do about me. Why? Why can't she be The One? I hate how we were so close Yet I am still alone That's just how life goes. She is too good for me. She deserves the best. I believe that is why she And I will never coalesce. Someday I will be gone Then it'll already be too late. I'm sure she's already done With me asking her on a date. I believe that she's sick of me. Even though she says she isn't. She says she's always too busy And still I think she wasn't. I just want to be with her For as long as I live. But the way I feel about her Is I have everything to give.
I wrote this today about the woman I love more than anything else. Unfortunately she doesn't feel the same way as I do about me.
Why?
Why can't she be The One?
I hate how we were so close
Yet I am still alone
That's just how life goes.
She is too good for me.
She deserves the best.
I believe that is why she
And I will never coalesce.
Someday I will be gone
Then it'll already be too late.
I'm sure she's already done
With me asking her on a date.
I believe that she's sick of me.
Even though she says she isn't.
She says she's always too busy
And still I think she wasn't.
I just want to be with her
For as long as I live.
But the way I feel about her
Is I have everything to give.